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| Kill the noises around me. Got no one to which I can confide what is wrong with me. I can't concede any of the wild guesses and suspicions made to my adress. I can't liberate the deepest hurt I'm experiencing. Trying to introduce the shit inside me would be useless as nobody would understand. Incurring myself by muting my mouth while the thaughts run free. A rare feeling of emptyness fills me. Nostalgic images of who I used to love. Seeing facets of their relations which never had been given to me. My lips are dry while I procure the things that I never had obtained. Once I ran to them now I crawl away while I notice I'm queasy. I slump into a dried up wasteland, smacked down while hearing my bones snap with amazing ease. Lie there bleeding in that empty place where i can't be set free. jOhNduDe |
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